Shi Aotian watched Smir's actions closely and committed them to memory.
He said nothing more, merely waving a hand in dismissal.
"Alright, go find my younger brother."
"Great Colonizer, then this one-hit kill item..." Smir raised the staff a little higher, feigning confusion.
"Heh, keep it. Consider it a reward for your dedication," Shi Aotian replied casually. "I hope you can successfully delay Xu Xiao's progress toward godhood, just as you promised Shi Bashi."
"Smir will certainly give it his all!" The Oglin Foxman put away the staff-shaped one-hit kill item and prostrated himself once more.
After maintaining the position for three or four seconds, he slowly backed out.
Only after his figure had completely vanished did Shi Aotian let out a sigh and remark with emotion, "A mere Oglin slave master can possess such intelligence and resourcefulness, clearing mountains when he encounters them and building bridges when he reaches rivers. In such a short time, he has put five thousand group mercenaries to excellent use."
"And yet my foolish younger brother, Shi Bashi, has received so much assistance and been given such favorable conditions, but in the end, he can only wait like a useless waste for others to spoon-feed him..."
"Truly, comparing people can kill you, and comparing goods makes you throw them away..."
Still, despite his lamenting, Shi Aotian did not actually look disappointed.
Quite the opposite.
He even felt that Shi Bashi's incompetence was a perfect opportunity Heaven had created for him!
Just imagine—
If Shi Bashi possessed Smir's intelligence, and had that mysterious Song Siming assisting him from the sidelines, would Shi Aotian still be the one sitting in this position now?
Perhaps he would have long since died in some dark, unknown corner, just like his inflexible father, Shi Jinglei.
"Ability is merely the